How do you like your miracles? Grandiose? Sweeping? Brazen?
Secret? Hushed? Hidden away?
Noisy, with puffs of smoke and flashes of light?
Or earthy, humble, even sensual?
i’ll tell you: i prefer the latter. I prefer the miracles you can touch, taste and get inside of, over the spectacular ones you only hear about.
Yesterday, I came upon a miracle-maker.
He’s friendly, down to earth, and passionate about his craft. In fact, he spends most of his time in the earth, bringing life to wonderful and long-missed aromas and flavors.
He makes magic happen, and the list is long: Fresh rosemary, thyme, cilantro, flat parsley, curly parsley, sage, three varieties of basil, scallions, chives, arugula (!) …
and fronds of fennel silky enough to coax superlatives from your lips.
He’s got lavender, citronella, three types of mint, and more and more and more.
I stood in his field, jaw hanging, enjoying an olfactory adventure I hadn’t known for years as he handed me leaf after leaf to inhale.
This is my kind of miracle; this is my brand of joy.
What’s yours ?
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PS: If you’re in Bamako and wishing for some of these miracles, call Vincent, in Badalabougou: +223 74 58 31 80.
ARUGULA!!
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